Todos los capítulos de Game of Desires : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

Penelope's PovRunning a company sounded exciting in theory, but the reality crushed me.I had taken over Tyler’s second company only a few months ago, and I already felt like I was drowning. I did not understand how Tyler handled two companies worth millions without losing his mind, while I struggled with just one.Still, there were some good moments. Traveling for work gave me a break from seeing the same walls every day. I had just closed a big deal in Seattle and booked the next flight back to Paris. All I wanted was to fall asleep in Tyler’s arms and maybe have lunch with Bianca, who I had not seen in months.At the airport, Tyler’s driver came to pick me up. His jaw was tight, and his hands gripped the wheel hard. I noticed but thought he had just had a rough day.When we reached the mansion, my mood lifted. A week away felt like forever. Bailey, one of the housekeepers, rushed to take my bags. But something felt wrong. The gates were wide open, expensive cars filled the drivewa

Penelope's PovMy hands shook as I picked up the envelope. I opened it and my eyes fell on the bold letters. My chest tightened, my breath caught in my throat. For a moment, I felt like the whole world crashed on me.I clutched the papers tightly, staring at them. My throat burned, my heart felt heavy. “What is this, father?” I asked quietly. Tears gathered in my eyes as I looked from his cold expression back to the papers. They wanted to throw me away just because Tyler divorced me.My father leaned back and sneered. “You need me to explain? Sign the papers and leave. You’re no longer our daughter. Your real name is written on the papers, the name you had before we took you in. From now on, that’s who you are. You mean nothing to us.”I shook my head, tears falling down my face. “Please… you can’t do this… not now… I have no one left,” I whispered.I dropped to my knees, crawled to him, and grabbed his leg. “Please, father… I have nowhere else to go. I don’t have money, no home… ever

Andrew’s driver took us to the airport where his private jet waited. The quiet ride was filled with his soft concern.“Are you going to be okay?” he asked.I nodded, steady. Going back to Paris after ten years was no longer a burden. I had healed. I was stronger. I was ready.“Yes, I’ll be fine,” I said, forcing a tight smile. He nodded, giving me one of those intense looks he always gave. Then he turned toward the window, watching the clouds drift by.“Remember, I’m here if you need anything,” he said softly, his voice full of comfort.I nodded. He had always been there for me, quietly steady.When we landed in Paris, I paused outside to breathe in the crisp air. The meeting with my staff went smoothly. The brand was growing fast, profits rising, and I shared some new designs and upcoming projects.Afterwards, I headed to Andrew’s office to discuss the investment he wanted me to manage. He had an appointment and told me the details before leaving.As I walked in, the staff greeted me